Chapter 0410: Discharged from the Hospital

What Zhao Fusheng said later became utterly commonplace on the internet, almost any netizen with a bit of knowledge knew these things.

But in the hotpot restaurant in the year 2000, for Wen Yu, Tan Kaixuan, and even Han Meimei, these words brought more than just a conceptual shock.

"According to what you're saying, the economic development in the Northeast would then..." After a long while, Wen Yu said to Zhao Fusheng in a hoarse voice.

Although Zhao Fusheng's words were not finished, they had already pronounced the death sentence on the Northeast's economy.

Shrugging, Zhao Fusheng picked up a slice of meat, dipped it in sesame sauce, ate it with relish, swallowed, then looked up at Wen Yu and smiled: "Heh, if you don't believe me, let's look back in ten years, fifteen years. If the Northeast keeps developing like this, maybe one day, no investor will be willing to cross Shanhai Pass."

"Well, Brother Qiangdong, who is determined to be a red businessman, doesn't count." Zhao Fusheng silently added in his mind.

The few of them looked at each other. What Zhao Fusheng said sounded alarmist, but the content matched the current situation in the Northeast. Even Wen Yu had heard many things from his father, and combined with Zhao Fusheng's words, it really was the case.

"Why think so much? We're not officials, let's just live our own lives honestly." Tan Kaixuan then said with a smile: "Come on, let's eat, let's eat."

"Yeah, I was just talking casually. Come on, let's eat." Zhao Fusheng also changed the subject.

Wen Yu and Han Meimei exchanged a glance, raised their glasses, and diverted the topic.

After the meal, Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan left first, while Wen Yu escorted Han Meimei back to the dormitory.

Walking on the road, Han Meimei suddenly said: "What Zhao Fusheng said makes a lot of sense."

Her family also had cadres, and through osmosis, she naturally understood that Zhao Fusheng's words were not alarmist.

Wen Yu nodded: "Yeah, originally I thought I'd go back to work after graduation as my father requested, but now it seems it won't be that easy."

Han Meimei smiled with spring in her eyes: "It's the same everywhere. As long as you're willing to work hard, you can always change your life."

In fact, every man is a potential stock, but some are in a bear market all their lives, never able to appreciate or hit the limit up. While others, just by standing there, already show their prospects.

So whether man or woman, when choosing the future, they are like gamblers.

The dealer is fate, making us choose again and again: place your bets, hands off, wealth or poverty up to heaven.

As for whether one has the courage and responsibility to bear the consequences of the choice, that depends on the individual.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan were also walking back to the dormitory.

"You noticed?" Tan Kaixuan asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I'm not stupid."

Tan Kaixuan nodded: "Old Wen probably thought we wouldn't be comfortable, so he never said anything."

"At least a county-level position." Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "This guy hid it deep enough; I didn't notice before."

He was telling the truth. Not to mention before, in his previous life until graduation, Zhao Fusheng and the others didn't know about Wen Yu's family situation; he had always kept it well.

"But seriously, isn't your guess a bit too bold?" Tan Kaixuan said as he walked, his eyes gliding over a passing beauty, blinking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "To be honest, I think I've been conservative enough."

"Conservative?"

Tan Kaixuan was clearly surprised that Zhao Fusheng would give such an answer. According to him, wouldn't the investment environment in the Northeast get even worse?

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "Let's not talk about others. My dad runs a department store, you run KFC. You've dealt with all kinds of connections. What do you think of the environment here?"

Tan Kaixuan fell silent. Some things didn't need to be said too clearly; facts speak louder than words.

Originally, he was considering continuing once the cost of this KFC store was recovered, but now Tan Kaixuan was hesitant.

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Don't worry too much. Our business is small-time; they might not even take notice."

He actually had another sentence unsaid: with the development of the internet, many things would gradually be exposed to sunlight. The saying 'If you don't want others to know, don't do it' would be truly interpreted.

Whether celebrities or ordinary people, what they have done cannot be hidden.

Unless it involves certain high-level principled issues, otherwise the legendary Chaoyang masses and onlookers would dig everything out cleanly. Things like the 'Ping Xi King' and the 'Elevator Scumbag'—trying to hide them from the public in the future media age is simply impossible.

In the era of traditional media, what the public could see was what the media wanted us to see. In an age where a fake news report could affect the stock market, what was there to believe?

Common people tend to follow blindly. Not everyone has a clear self-awareness and won't easily believe so-called truths. The vast majority are willing and like to discuss the news they see.

Of course, that's all later. For Zhao Fusheng, although reluctant, he had to admit that even as a reborn person, to go further, he more or less needed to grease some official relationships.

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, just after washing up, Zhao Fusheng received a call from his mother: Fan Beibei was being discharged from the hospital today.

The little princess's discharge was undoubtedly a big deal. Without a second word, Zhao Fusheng quickly got ready, took the bus, and headed straight to the hospital.

As soon as he entered, he saw his mother and Li Yuan had already packed a bunch of things and were waiting for him.

"Brother, I want to go home!" Seeing Zhao Fusheng enter, Fan Beibei opened her arms for a hug.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Okay, brother will carry you home."

But before he finished, Mother Zhao handed him a big bundle and winked: "Dream on. Beibei will be carried by Auntie Li; you carry the stuff."

Li Yuan smiled and picked up her daughter, saying to Zhao Fusheng: "This kid, how did she learn to be bad."

Zhao Fusheng looked innocent, watching his mother and Li Yuan carry Fan Beibei out the door, while he himself held a big bundle in each hand, like a refugee fleeing disaster.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng, now worth millions and a future billionaire, obediently carried a pile of things, following behind his mother and future mother-in-law.

Family status, indeed, is a problem!